Everdog: Tale of the First Female Knight

Chapter 51 - The New Lord in Town

With the baron of the estate dead, the noblemen refused to answer to a new lord. They planned an attack on Lord Everin's life in order to stop the succession. Sir Lee was infuriated. Time after time, the baronet has allowed the noblemen to get away with their crimes and corruption. They dared to use the baronet's officers against him. More certain than ever, he was going to ensure the succession of a new lord.

Sending knights to the castle, the baronet gave the noblemen a choice. Either support the succession of a new lord or be evicted from the castle. Better yet, they could all be beheaded for attempting to take the earl's life. That was a quicker option for the baronet to purge the people standing in the way. Leading the mutiny, Sir Keltmen and his friends took their supporters and the majority of the men and moved to their other manors in the next estate. There they could support another baron. They weren't afraid of the baronet or of the lad. The noblemen held control over the ports, the roads, and the trading routes. Without them, the next baron was a sitting duck waiting to die.

Those who didn't have the option of leaving like the lower nobility, the servants, and the lower-ranked knights stayed behind in the castle. They didn't really have a choice, but to surrender and to support the succession of the new lord. Their families lived and depended on the estate, they couldn't pick up their things and leave like Sir Keltmen and the higher nobility did.

Clearing way for the new lord, the baronet made sure to secure the support of those who stayed. If anyone dared to harm the new lord, they and their entire family will be executed. The lord granted protection to those who lived in the castle. Harming the lord would be treachery, a direct betrayal.

While the baronet and the residence's knights were dealing with the unrest at the castle, Sir Williams and Everin returned to the knights' residence. Everin quickly grabbed her first aid kit from the filing room and ran to the infirmary to prepare to treat the knight. When she didn't find the knight in the infirmary, she sprinted to the knight's quarters. She saw the man holding up his tunic with his teeth and sloppily cleaning his wound with water.

"I told you to go to the infirmary." She said placing down the first aid kit on the wooden dresser next to the bed. "Lie down on the bed. I am going to stitch you up."

Without any complaints, the knight laxly pulled his shirt over his head exposing the numerous scars on his muscular body. The lad handed him a bottle of distilled alcohol and he took a large gulp of the liquor. He crawled into bed and laid flat on his stomach already knowing what to expect. As the lad disinfected its tools, the knight took another gulp of alcohol before applying pressure to his wound.

The lad's collection of tools has grown. It used to be only a curved needle, thread, and a pair of scissors, but the knight saw a tray of tools laid out. Two pairs of scissors with different tips, a pair of tweezers, two clamps with curved or straight ends, and a tool with a small blade at the end. The curved needle was also changed to a smaller and thinner one.

Turning to the knight, the lad saw the ugly whip scars on the knight's back. The stab wound would be another that the knight bore for the lad. The lad sat down on the knight's bed and lifted the bandages to examine the three-centimeter-wide wound on the knight's lower back. The wound was clean and didn't have any debris lodged in it. The lad could distinguish the red layer of muscles underneath the plump layers of fat. Thankfully, the knife missed the vital organs, or the lad would have been furiously sewing a dead body. Seeing the blood starting to lightly pool, the lad grabbed the clamp and tweezer and began to stitch up the wound.

Using the tweezer to grab the skin and the clamp to hold the needle and thread, Everin inserted the needle into the white lining of the muscle. The knight had his face buried in his pillow and painfully groaned as she made one buried suture at the center of the gash. This suture was permanent and could not be removed. It was used to pull the two sides of an open wound together. Everin did not have the technology to make dissolvable sutures like the ones in her world. So, she had to work with what she had.